There was a time when I questioned all of it.
I was deep into my work as an interior designer, helping people create spaces that felt beautiful and intentional. I loved it. I loved the textures, the light, the way a room could completely shift your mood. But then…the world cracked open a little more. Wars. Injustice. So much suffering. And I started to wonder; does this even matter?
Who cares what colour your couch is when the world is burning?
The weight of it all pressed down on me. I told myself I should focus on “more important things.” My kids, my family, just getting through the day. Beauty felt frivolous. Shallow, even. And for a while, I let that belief take hold.
But beauty wouldn’t let go of me.
“Beauty softens the edges of the world. It doesn’t ignore the pain. It holds space for peace in the midst of it.”
Even when I tried to ignore it, something inside kept reaching for it. I found myself painting again. Rearranging spaces. Choosing light over clutter. Not because it was trendy or perfect but because it brought me peace. Clarity. A soft kind of joy that felt like medicine.
And slowly, I realized: this is not frivolous. This is essential.
Beauty doesn’t ignore what’s broken in the world. It gives us the strength to face it. It reminds us there’s still good. Still softness. Still something sacred to hold onto. When I’m surrounded by beauty; natural, handmade, soulful beauty. I see the world differently. The sharp edges blur. My heart opens. More goodness flows in.
At The Curated Life, beauty is not surface-level. It’s vibration. It’s nourishment. It’s how we remember what matters.
And that’s why we curate. Not just to decorate, but to heal. To root. To remember.
So if you’ve ever felt silly for lighting the good candle, rearranging your shelves, or pausing to take in the way the sunlight hits the floor. You’re not being frivolous. You’re being wise.
This is your medicine.
JOURNAL PROMPT:
Have you ever questioned whether beauty is “worth it”? What brought you back?
Curator. Artist. Holistic living advocate.
I created The Curated Life as a sanctuary for intentional living. Where art, design, wellness, and soulful practices meet. With roots in both natural health and creative expression, my work is about curating not just spaces, but lives that feel deeply aligned.
Here, I share reflections, rituals, and creations that speak to the heart and heal the spirit.
This isn’t about perfection. It’s about resonance.
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